Top o' the mornin' to ya

I enjoy making decorations for holidays and now that I have a place for them, I fear I have created a monster in myself. 

I put together this St. Patricks's Day mantle over the weekend, and I have to say, I quite like it.

This was {of course} done on the cheap.  

K&S: a gift from my sister-in-law, purchased from Hobby Lobby. 

Banner: made from paper and string I already had. Idea came from here.

Candles: a gift from my mother-in-law, just added coordinating ribbon from my stash. 

Printables: found here and here. Frames found lying around the house. 

Lucky, Shamrocks & Horseshoes: bought unfinished at The Wood Connection and added the paper and glitter. 

Beer Bottles: courtesy of my husband who willingly obliged when I said I needed two empty bottles for a craft. 

It makes me happy every time I look at it. I can't wait to have friends over for a party! 

Sorry about the crappy cell phone pictures. It was easier and much faster. 

Dinner Menu: February 17th - February 23rd

Monday, February 17th
Mexican One Pot Skillet

Tuesday, February 18th
Cheesy Bacon Chicken Casserole with steamed veggies

Wednesday, February 19th
Crockpot Ranch Pork Chops with mashed potatoes and green beans

Thursday, February 20th
Tator Tot Casserole with corn and beets

Friday, February 21st
Tailgate Sandwiches with caesar salad

Saturday, February 22nd
Hawaiian Haystacks

Sunday, February 23rd
Family Dinner with Oreo Truffles for dessert 


Great idea stolen from Evonne!

One year later

I remember every detail of this day last year. The sights, the sounds, but most drastically, the emotions.  I still feel a pit in my stomach whenever we pass the hospital where it happened; a twinge of hurt when we have family gatherings without you.  

I remember seeing you at the hockey game the night before your heart attack. You were talking with someone and I kept thinking, "Go talk to Doug." I can't help but regret not listening to myself. 

It's playoff time again and I know how proud you would be. Everyone is dealing differently, but growing and changing. The imprint you left on our lives is something I will always remember. 

We miss you. We always will.